Well, I haven't kept up with my own enthusiasm for writing. I had promised that I was going to commit to this blog, and try my best to keep it current. Well, there were some bumps on the road, some obstacles in the way, some Decepticons raining on my parade. Anyway, I found out something about myself this last month or so...something profoundly true. I am tired of being angry.
Yes, I am tired of all this anger. I know there are a lot of people who come home and vent about their jobs. They might be mad at the boss, at a co-worker, or whoever. Well, imagine being mad about something that happened hundreds of miles away in another 'branch' of your office. Imagine this happens two or three times a week. It is kind of silly to be mad, as it doesn't directly affect you. But inevitably it is all anyone wants to talk about. Such is life in the Presbyterian Church.
Well, I won't go into detail. That would violate my 'no-anger' policy. Let me simply say that I am tired of having peoeple try to force other people to think, pray, act, live, worship, and serve as they do. I am tired of being told that justice is this or that the gospel is that and that if I don't agree with 'X' I am part of the 'lunatic fringe' (a term one of my seminary professors used to describe people who didn't agree with her theological perspective). I am just tired of seeing the word 'embarrassing' and 'Presbyterian' used in the same sentence.
So, I will abide by the old rule of 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'. Or maybe in my mind, it is more 'if you can't state your opinion nicely, then maybe you should be quiet until you can find a nice way to say it.' I like that better. Because, you know...I am a nice guy.
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